Chapter 19: The Knife of Death

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The warm wind was blowing on his body, and the cripple was standing with a knife in his hand, but Chu Feng had already felt an unforgettable cold chill and an indescribable smell of blood.

There were no dead people around, no blood, but there was a smell of blood, and the smell of blood was naturally not the real smell of blood, but a kind of killing intent, a kind of killing intent that only people who had killed many people had.

It is difficult for anyone to imagine that this young cripple could have killed people without seeing the iron knife when he ate such a sword, and he had killed many people, but the facts in front of him at this moment all proved that this seemingly impossible but in fact was a fact.

-- The cripple kills people, and he has killed many people, perhaps there are not many people in the whole world who kill more people than this young cripple.

At this moment, the cripple seemed to be ready to kill again, and Chu Feng already felt the chill.

The jet-black hilt, the jet-black scabbard, the hand that has always been rough and thin, but it looks full of indescribable firmness and strength, gripping the knife.

Anyone who sees that hand, the hand holding the knife, will have an incomparably solemn expression, because once every knowledgeable person sees the hand of my knife, he will have a feeling in his heart: even if this person's hand is cut off, this person's hand will never leave the knife.

There are few such strange people in the world, but there are also such strange people in the world, and Chu Feng believes that he has already met them.

It looked like an iron knife chopping wood, a young and mediocre cripple, and there was a beautiful woman ten zhang away behind the cripple, Chu Feng had already dismounted, and he already felt the chill.

Chu Feng looked at the cripple in front of him, he had never thought about what it was like to stand in front of this cripple's knife, he would never dare to think about it like this before, but now that he was standing in front of this person's knife after all, he had already felt death.

It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed him by the throat, as if with a slight and more force, he could be sent into the arms of death.

Is this coarse black-clad swordsman with a black knife the Grim Reaper?

Chu Feng didn't know, and he didn't have time to think about it, he saw a knife, a knife, a jet-black knife light, a jet-black long knife.

The knife has been unsheathed, at an incredible angle and incredible speed, in an unpredictable direction, swinging and slashing, this knife swinged, it seems that everything in heaven and earth is covered by the brilliance of this knife, under a knife, the heavens and the earth seem to have turned into nothingness.

Chu Feng stared at the cripple knifeman's knife, at this moment he seemed to have seen the Grim Reaper like he opened his hands, and at this moment he could even feel that his throat would leave a knife mark that was only about an inch deep and three inches long, but it was enough to kill him.

The swordsman will never waste any more effort to kill, this is something that the clever swordsman will definitely remember, and the swordsman in front of him is obviously an extremely terrifying super swordsman.

The woman in white clothes like snow stood ten feet away, quietly watching this scene, there was no joy or anger in her eyes, only when the cripple knifeman's knife was pulled out of the sheath, a different color flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared in just an instant, and after a moment he seemed to have turned into a flawless sculpture made of the wisdom of Zhong Tiandi, standing there quietly.

The sword light rises, and the sword light also rises.

If Chu Feng stood there quietly, he would definitely be dead, but Chu Feng was not dead, he still had a sword in his hand.

It is because he has a sword in his hand that he still has death. As long as Chu Feng has a sword in his hand, who in the heavens and on the earth can kill Chu Feng? Even if this sword is a broken sword.

The pitch-black sword light was as vast as the end of the world, as deep as the bright moon. This knife seemed to cut off this piece of heaven and earth, as if this piece of heaven and earth had sunk into darkness, but the sword was unsheathed.

A white light came out of the sword, cutting through the vast sword light like the end of the world, shattering the long knife like the bright moon.

The sword light is scattered, the sword is shattered, the sword phosgene, and the sword qi disappears.

A sword and a sword are horizontal in mid-air.

The knife is a very ordinary and inconspicuous knife made of mortal iron, but such an ordinary knife is held in the hands of such an ordinary person, and the combination of the two has undergone a wonderful change.

The cripple swordsman held the knife, the knife seemed to be a weapon that was proud of the world, and the cripple swordsman seemed to have become a peerless swordsman who looked down on the people at the moment he held the knife, and no one in the sky and on the ground could stop him.

Swordsman, broken sword.

A broken sword was held in Chu Feng's hand.

Chu Feng is a swordsman, even if Chu Feng holds a broken sword, he is still a swordsman.

Anyone who saw Chu Feng at this moment and looked at the broken sword at this moment would not think that Chu Feng had been defeated, but would think that Chu Feng was a victor swordsman.

Although the sword has been broken, the swordsman still has the temperament of dominating the world, which is not to be underestimated.

The woman dressed in white as snow did not have a single expression on her face, nor did she have a single expression at this time, but when she saw the sword, the light in her eyes was even more piercing, and she remembered her husband.

Her husband has been dead for several years, but he still remembers what his husband said to him in the past, he wants to challenge the heroes of the world, and one of the heroes of the world is the swordsman who now holds the broken sword.

Her husband is amazingly talented, even though he has been dead for nearly two years, but if the name Hua is mentioned, there are few people in the rivers and lakes who don't know.

But he can't help but admit the fact that if he challenges Chu Feng with the wrong flowers, there will only be one defeat and one death.

Her reputation in the martial arts is not inferior to that of his husband at all, and she is not inferior to Hua Cuo in terms of knowledge or martial arts, but even now she is difficult to see the depth of Chu Feng's martial arts, and it is difficult to understand this person.

She thought a lot in her heart, but she didn't say a word, and no one stepped forward.

There was a sonorous sword roar, and the sword had already been retracted from its scabbard.

Chu Feng stared at the crippled swordsman and said coldly, "I remember that you never draw your knife easily. ”

"Yes, I never draw a knife easily. ”

Chu Feng said: "You shouldn't have drawn a knife, when you drew a knife, you were already dead." He spoke very calmly, and at this moment his tone was like the Grim Reaper announcing the sentence of ordinary people in the world to enter Beijing, without any emotion, but there was absolutely no one who would doubt it.

The cripple swordsman didn't suspect it, he stared at Chu Feng coldly and said, "But I'm not dead now, you didn't kill me." ”

Chu Feng's pupils shrank, and he stared coldly at the cripple swordsman and said, "Are you betting that I won't kill you?"

The cripple swordsman sneered, there was little expression on the cripple swordsman's face, his smile always seemed to give people an indescribable coldness and sarcasm, and he said coldly: "I don't have to bet at all." ”

"You don't have to gamble?" Chu Feng looked at the crippled swordsman.

The cripple swordsman has also put the knife into the scabbard, his knife is very fast, but his expression is very respectful, this knife does not seem to be a broken knife, but a magic weapon that can be compared to Xiaolou listening to the spring rain overnight.

The knife was already in the sheath before he slowly spoke, he looked at Chu Feng and said, "If a person doesn't care about his own life, why do you think he wants to gamble?"

Chu Feng frowned, he glanced at the beautiful woman in white behind him, and then looked at the crippled swordsman: "You don't care about life and death anymore?"

The cripple swordsman snorted coldly, he laughed again, this time the smile looked more sarcastic, but it was not ridiculing others, but laughing at himself, he said lightly: "I was born with hatred, and after death there is no hatred, what do I have to care about?"

Chu Feng's expression became very solemn, although he didn't quite know why this crippled swordsman had undergone such a huge change in just two years, but during this period, something very shocking had definitely happened, so that even the cripple swordsman with the heart of iron and stone could not bear it.

However, he didn't ask about these things, he just looked at the crippled swordsman and said, "Do you no longer care about life and death?"

The cripple swordsman doesn't speak, he doesn't talk nonsense.

Chu Feng turned around and took out a leather bag from his horse and threw it to the cripple swordsman: "Since you don't care about life or death, then you can accompany me to drink him." ”

The cripple swordsman didn't speak, he held the skin bag full of wine, and quickly threw it to Chu Feng, suddenly there was no expression on his face, he looked at Chu Feng coldly and said: "If you want me to drink with you, no matter how much you drink, it's no problem, but now you can't drink, unless you want to die." ”

Chu Feng didn't speak, he had already mounted his horse, and then galloped wildly, and in front of him was the county seat, a small county town.

He mounted his horse, not looking at the lame swordsman or waiting for the lame swordsman, but he was sure that the young swordsman would find him, and that he had prepared the wine.

The dust and smoke were billowing and the swordsman stood in the dust.

The beautiful woman also stood in the smoke and dust, and for the first time, the beautiful woman took the initiative to take a step and walked in front of the cripple swordsman, she looked at the swordsman coldly and said, "You are not his friend, and he doesn't seem to regard you as a friend." ”

The cripple swordsman walked calmly, but he also said lightly: "I am not his friend, I have no friends, and even my enemies are almost gone." ”

The beautiful woman looked at the cripple swordsman, she stared coldly at the cripple swordsman's slow steps, she wanted to speak, but she didn't open up after all.

A wise woman would never speak again at such a time.

Smart women know men very well, but they don't know men very well, and sometimes the emotions between men are impossible for even smart people to understand, and this kind of emotion is not something that women can understand, even men themselves can't understand.

At this moment, he even wanted to leave this cripple knifeman, he was looking for this cripple knifeman to take revenge, he had at least thirteen chances to strike these days, and each time she was at least ninety percent sure of killing this man.

This was originally his dream, but he gave up these thirteen opportunities, and she suddenly realized that she was beginning to feel a little reluctant to kill this man.

I hate to admit it, but it's true.